Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Jun 8, 2013 13:37:08 GMT -5
Fists ripped through the air as two men danced around each other as a small crowd watched on with eager eyes. Two of the strongest in the entire clan were sparring and it was not a common sight to see. Some had even taken to some small bets on the side to make things a little more interesting. But the true spectacle, the one that everyone had come to see, was in the center of the courtyard.
Standing on one side of the circular courtyard was a man in his late teens maybe his early twenties in nothing more than a simple pair of training pants letting his dirty blonde hair cascade off to the side of his face. Opposite of the young man who was roughly about the same age as him his dark hair hung from his sweat covered head as he bandage wrapped torso and arms blocked the incoming punches. The extended family watched as the brunette and blonde dueled almost keeping up with one another.
“Kurosanai, stop trying to prove you are the strongest. Just give up already no one will blame you for it,” The blonde chided as Kurosanai blocked another strike with his forearm. Mozoku had been a friend, a cousin actually, for a very long time. They had always viewed each other as rivals and used that to push each to further and further limits that no one in their clan had achieved in decades. However despite the effort Kurosanai was the one that was regarded as the prodigy of the clan.
“I was about to say the same to you Mozoku. You would think after all of the times I have beaten you that you would just stay down already,” Kurosanai laughed back. Despite all of the bravado between the two of them however they were almost an even match on abilities. Mozoku’s strength was counterattacked by Kurosanai’s speed. The only problem was that Mozoku knew Kurosanai very well and knew all of his fighting styles including how he would react to certain attacks. Mozoku used this against him and faked a left hook and then followed it back up with a hard straight right hand. Kurosanai staggered backwards just as he caught a knee to the gut.
This time Kurosanai went down. The suction in his lungs appeared out of nowhere as the wind was knocked out of him. He dropped to one knee as he felt the air swish past of his face as punch just barely missed him. Mozoku had definitely improved as to when they had last fought. Unless things changed right then and there the fight was going to end badly. Kurosanai’s eyes drifted right to see his mother Ai and his father Minato watching on with caring eyes. They had trained him right, made sure he knew right from wrong and that justice was only ever achieved when you fought to protect someone not when you went out to seek revenge. The most important thing they had taught him however was that when something looked hopeless or bleak to rise up again and stare confidently back at it. They taught him never to give up. It was that lesson that was going to win him the day today.
Kurosanai felt his power surge and his eyes widen. As Mozoku moved to finish off Kurosanai, Kurosanai spun on his hands and rolled out of the way. Once far enough away he stood up and stared his friend down. Mozoku swallowed hard as he saw what he now stared at, the one thing that Kurosanai that no other Muzai, that they knew of, had. The Aioro no tsuisunata. Kurosanai’s eye had two blue spiral like designs emanating from his pupils.
The eyes known by the Muzai by the Aioro were fondly called by a different moniker anyone who dared to fight against the Muzai, the Blue Twister. These eyes had been developed by the Muzai long ago as part of a fighting style that allowed them to strike at not only a person’s physical body but to strike at the body’s ki pathways. Kurosanai was the first in over four generations to activate the power that lay dormant within his blood. It was now that the true fight began.
Mozoku took a hesitant step forward and snapped a quick jab towards Kurosanai. The black haired human stepped to the side of the jab and struck into the midsection of Mozoku. With each strike Kurosanai began to land a small amount of ki shot from hands in an effort to block the channels of his opponent. Mozoku staggered back after a cluster of five or six punches that landed to his abdominals. Even though he was trained in the same style as Kurosanai it was nowhere near as effective due to the fact that he did not possess the Aioro. He lunged forward with a heavy right hand hoping to end this fight before Kurosanai was able to gain too much ground.
That attack proved to be more telegraphed than Mozoku had intended because Kurosanai dropped back and spun on one leg. As he spun he brought his leg up and ended up throwing a spinning heel kick. His heel caught Mozoku right on the mark causing him to drop like a sack of potatoes. At that moment not a single person in the crowd doubted who the winner was as Mozoku lay barely conscious on his back.
When the blonde opened his eyes and his vision focused he found his friend standing over him with a wide smile on his face. “So, you still got a little to go before you can catch me,” Kurosanai laughed as he extended his hand to help his friend up. Mozoku began to laugh as his friend helped him to his feet. Even in victory Kurosanai felt they were truly on the same level. The crowd descended on the two to congratulate them on an entertaining fight. Kurosanai turned to look over his shoulder to find his parents. Standing off away from the crowd were his mother and father with looks of pride on their face.
Kurosanai was going to live up to the standards they raised him to. He was going to protect everyone he could and bring honor back to the Muzai family name.
Standing on one side of the circular courtyard was a man in his late teens maybe his early twenties in nothing more than a simple pair of training pants letting his dirty blonde hair cascade off to the side of his face. Opposite of the young man who was roughly about the same age as him his dark hair hung from his sweat covered head as he bandage wrapped torso and arms blocked the incoming punches. The extended family watched as the brunette and blonde dueled almost keeping up with one another.
“Kurosanai, stop trying to prove you are the strongest. Just give up already no one will blame you for it,” The blonde chided as Kurosanai blocked another strike with his forearm. Mozoku had been a friend, a cousin actually, for a very long time. They had always viewed each other as rivals and used that to push each to further and further limits that no one in their clan had achieved in decades. However despite the effort Kurosanai was the one that was regarded as the prodigy of the clan.
“I was about to say the same to you Mozoku. You would think after all of the times I have beaten you that you would just stay down already,” Kurosanai laughed back. Despite all of the bravado between the two of them however they were almost an even match on abilities. Mozoku’s strength was counterattacked by Kurosanai’s speed. The only problem was that Mozoku knew Kurosanai very well and knew all of his fighting styles including how he would react to certain attacks. Mozoku used this against him and faked a left hook and then followed it back up with a hard straight right hand. Kurosanai staggered backwards just as he caught a knee to the gut.
This time Kurosanai went down. The suction in his lungs appeared out of nowhere as the wind was knocked out of him. He dropped to one knee as he felt the air swish past of his face as punch just barely missed him. Mozoku had definitely improved as to when they had last fought. Unless things changed right then and there the fight was going to end badly. Kurosanai’s eyes drifted right to see his mother Ai and his father Minato watching on with caring eyes. They had trained him right, made sure he knew right from wrong and that justice was only ever achieved when you fought to protect someone not when you went out to seek revenge. The most important thing they had taught him however was that when something looked hopeless or bleak to rise up again and stare confidently back at it. They taught him never to give up. It was that lesson that was going to win him the day today.
Kurosanai felt his power surge and his eyes widen. As Mozoku moved to finish off Kurosanai, Kurosanai spun on his hands and rolled out of the way. Once far enough away he stood up and stared his friend down. Mozoku swallowed hard as he saw what he now stared at, the one thing that Kurosanai that no other Muzai, that they knew of, had. The Aioro no tsuisunata. Kurosanai’s eye had two blue spiral like designs emanating from his pupils.
The eyes known by the Muzai by the Aioro were fondly called by a different moniker anyone who dared to fight against the Muzai, the Blue Twister. These eyes had been developed by the Muzai long ago as part of a fighting style that allowed them to strike at not only a person’s physical body but to strike at the body’s ki pathways. Kurosanai was the first in over four generations to activate the power that lay dormant within his blood. It was now that the true fight began.
Mozoku took a hesitant step forward and snapped a quick jab towards Kurosanai. The black haired human stepped to the side of the jab and struck into the midsection of Mozoku. With each strike Kurosanai began to land a small amount of ki shot from hands in an effort to block the channels of his opponent. Mozoku staggered back after a cluster of five or six punches that landed to his abdominals. Even though he was trained in the same style as Kurosanai it was nowhere near as effective due to the fact that he did not possess the Aioro. He lunged forward with a heavy right hand hoping to end this fight before Kurosanai was able to gain too much ground.
That attack proved to be more telegraphed than Mozoku had intended because Kurosanai dropped back and spun on one leg. As he spun he brought his leg up and ended up throwing a spinning heel kick. His heel caught Mozoku right on the mark causing him to drop like a sack of potatoes. At that moment not a single person in the crowd doubted who the winner was as Mozoku lay barely conscious on his back.
When the blonde opened his eyes and his vision focused he found his friend standing over him with a wide smile on his face. “So, you still got a little to go before you can catch me,” Kurosanai laughed as he extended his hand to help his friend up. Mozoku began to laugh as his friend helped him to his feet. Even in victory Kurosanai felt they were truly on the same level. The crowd descended on the two to congratulate them on an entertaining fight. Kurosanai turned to look over his shoulder to find his parents. Standing off away from the crowd were his mother and father with looks of pride on their face.
Kurosanai was going to live up to the standards they raised him to. He was going to protect everyone he could and bring honor back to the Muzai family name.